I blinked my eyes open, the blurry room in front of me slowly coming into view. The weight of a truck sat on my back, and I rolled myself over, peeling my face off the pillow. My arm draped over the other half of the empty bed. It was just a dream. I stared at the ceiling, still feeling him next to me in bed, but I knew he wasn’t there. He was closer than ever now, but I felt his absence more than I ever did. Tears ached behind my eyes, remembering how he felt and how much I really wanted to feel that again right now. He barely looked at me yesterday. He always looked at me.
